Full Medical (Chapter 2, page 1 of 7)

The car was bearing down at Chris Tanner through the sheets of rain. It was a new model black Toyota/Ford Daredevil, a car heavier and faster than most of the environmentally friendly cars that had
been produced that year. He knew it well, since he had taken one out for a test drive only three weeks ago. He and the rest of the members of his car co-op had decided they liked it although he
couldn't afford his part of the monthly payment on a cop's salary. Fortunately the co-op had decided to wait another year for their upgrade.

The headlight beams seemed to be seeking him out through the obscurity of the thunderstorm, trying to slice and dice him like some nimble cook from a Japanese steakhouse wielding his cooking
knives. He dove to one side to avoid being hit. Half immersed in a rapidly growing rain puddle, he watched as the car jumped the curb and slammed into a brick wall. At 100 klicks per hour or
more, not much chance an air bagsaved this guy. Chris ran down the street towards the car which was sparking and leaking its fuel mixture onto the ground. Vacant eyes followed him as
the homeless, camped out on the street for the night, managed to show some curiosity in what was going on. Death was not unknown to them, not even violent death. Statistics showed, however, that
they died mostly from lack of medical care or just plain starvation. It was not that any of them cared about the driver of the car and they had little energy to hate the cop that chased after it,
yet they were still human, and human beings are curious.